Hear the wind chimes, see the moonshine

Cane poles by the lake

Always seem to call to me

When my soul needs a break

Well, the geese fly to the sunrise

If I had my choice I'd be in paris, illinois.

All the leaves are turning now

On cherry creek road

Sometimes you gotta lose yourself

To make your way back home.

To be there in the morning

Would fill my heart with joy

See the courthouse

Feel the sunshine

Down in paris, illinois.